Day 4 contd.
We had told my dh and friends that we would be back around 1:30-2:00 and we grab lunch. My friends dh, The Joker, had been pushing to go to MGM even though we had scheduled this to be a pool and rest day. He is the one who messed up the schedule from two days ago. My friend and I had gone over it so carefully to make sure we didnt miss anything and then we set up dinner reservations. He decided that two days ago he wanted to go back to the room and not do anything. He could have stayed home and done nothing.

And, let me stress this next point. We suggested splitting up several times and us each going our own way and The Joker adamantly said no. I was totally getting bummed out at this point.
So the weary didnt get any extra sleep travelers come back to the hotel expecting to have lunch and relax. We arrive to find that our left behind party had already had lunch convinced that we had told them too.

Hmmmm I wonder who convinced who? Or is it whom? So now we are standing there, the kids starving because we hadnt managed breakfast with all the run around in the rush to get to the stables, and they are saying that they have all eaten and the Joker wants to go to MGM. You know its true about vacationing with people. If you like them, dont test it. My friend, bless her heart, didnt know all the friction going on between her husband and I. And that was probably a very good thing. I truly suspect from his repeated actions that he didnt want to be on this vacation.
So, I got a little pissy for lack of a better word. Since my littlest child is allergic to horses, I had to throw my older kids in the shower and make sure to bundle off their clothes so they wouldnt come in contact with her. I got them ready and then I hauled my patooty up and out the door and said not very nicely, Lets get going, we dont have much time. No one said a word. When I get upset, people tend to notice, since I am normally very easy going. But I had all I could take at this point. One example of what was happening under the surface would be the Night of Joy event. We had talked about going to the Night of Joy and I had purchased tickets based on us all wanting to go. I had even purchased enough tickets for all the kids to go. While we were sitting at dinner right before we were supposed to go to the park, The Joker says, I dont think Im going to go tonight, I think Ill just go back to the room.

Everyone, myself included, just stares at him. I had remained quiet about everything up until that point. I looked him in the eye and said, It sure would have been nice to know that before I purchased all these tickets. To which he replied, Fine, Ill go. It was as if he couldnt believe that we would be upset about it. I told my husband later that I was ready to strangle him.

This was not the first time and wouldnt be the last time on this trip that he deliberately tried to dampen everyones fun. We start the trek over to MGM where I make them take the time to get us something to eat. It took precious time off our MGM run because we had ADRs all the way back over at the Contemporary for early dinner. We ran through MGM but didnt get to see much. We did the Narnia show, Little Mermaid, and my two girls and the Joker did Tower of Happiness. My girls said Never again. We saw a lot of people in lime green, but when my friend and I waved, none waved back.

We didnt see any little mickey heads either.
We then had to leave the park and head back over to our hotel where we were going to change and get ready for dinner.

That didnt happen. By the time the bus picked us up and we were headed back, we realized there would be no time to change. My friend said lets just get off at the Contemporary and go in to make it in time for our dinner reservations. I felt bad for her because we had planned on letting her son dress up for dinner that night to do Chef Mickeys. But she said it wasnt that important, so we got off and went inside. Some people are just too nice.
After dinner and lots of fun with Mickey, we left to go back to our hotel. I stopped and did laundry before bedtime because I needed to wash the horse riding clothes. I think it was therapeutic because I really needed a break. I took a Janet Evanovich book with me to the laundry room. Then it was off to sleep, and by the way, have I mentioned the turn down service in our hotel rooms? It was great. The mousekeeper made sure the stuffed animals were on the bed or tucked in whenever she would turn down the bed.